Gemotions

The first one was a shock. Then came the second. Then a third, each one a different rendering of a creature he had long forgotten. A creature with horns and a mischievous twinkle in the eye. A creature that only existed in his own mind, when he was a child. Now, this creature was in his cousin’s artwork.

He sat on the small chair, staring at the drawing on the floor. His palms were damp. He felt the blood pounding in his ears. He was usually so easy-going, so relaxed. Suddenly, the world felt too small, too close. He wanted to go outside.

"What is this?" he asked his cousin, his voice sounding hollow.

His cousin smiled. “Oh, that’s Gigglesnort! He's my best friend."